new york dream

When I sat in the lobby of Waldorf Astoria, there was one thing that kept repeating on my mind. Is this real, or just a reflection of one of my wildest dreams? Chandeliers glittered creating a dim light and the marble floors shined like mirrors. I had sunk into a velvet covered armchair and my eyes were big as bowls as I glanced through the lobby searching for familiar faces.



When I started blogging six years ago I wouldn't have believed it would take me to this point. This point, where I was sitting in one of the most luxurious hotels in New York, waiting to meet other bloggers and being part of an amazing project. I'm grateful. Not only grateful I started blogging in the first place, but also grateful for my readers. Without you I'm nothing!



Also one interesting thing happened in Waldorf Astoria I haven't mentioned you yet. A young photographer contacted me, she wanted to take some pictures of me. She lives in Los Angeles, and her secretive blog is one of the most talked about there right now. She was a mysterious girl behind a mask, and didn't say much, but I think the pictures turned out to be cool and haunting at the same time. I wanted to share one with you! Love this.


Picture credit: Pneumonia White. I hope we'll see each other again!